A Sweetheart for Jude Fortune

A Sweetheart for Jude Fortune
Cindy Kirk

MEET THE FORTUNES!

Fortune of the Month: Jude Fortune Jones

Age: 30

Vital Statistics: Broad rancher’s shoulders, blue eyes and oh—those muscles!

Claim to Fame: Falls in love as often as he changes his socks

Romantic Prospects: Excellent. Who can resist his sexy drawl and heartfelt ways?

“I know my reputation. But this time it’s different. From the moment I laid eyes on Gabi Mendoza, I knew I had found my One True Love. I guess it’s true that opposites attract. She’s Miami and I’m Texas. She’s all serious and I’m—well, I’m Jude. But you know what happens when a Fortune and a Mendoza get together? Magic! And I’m not about to let that kind of magic slip away without a fight!”

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The Fortunes of Texas:

Welcome to Horseback Hollow!

A Sweetheart for Jude Fortune

Cindy Kirk

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

Cindy Kirk has loved to read for as long as she can remember. In first grade she received an award for reading one hundred books. As she grew up, summers were her favorite time of year. Nothing beat going to the library, then coming home and curling up in front of the window air conditioner with a good book. Often the novels she read would spur ideas, and she’d make up her own story (always with a happy ending). When she’d go to bed at night, instead of counting sheep she’d make up more stories in her head. Since selling her first story to Mills & Boon in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own…but she doesn’t mind. Writing for the Mills & Boon® Cherish™ series is a dream come true. She only hopes you have as much fun reading her books as she has writing them!

Cindy invites you to visit her website, www.cindykirk.com (http://www.cindykirk.com).

To my longtime friend,

author Nancy Robards Thompson.

Here’s to many, many more years of friendship!!

Contents

Chapter One (#u6436a30e-773f-55db-86b8-3023536893d9)

Chapter Two (#ua56da0f9-76aa-5106-aa99-a32b9eceb312)

Chapter Three (#u01f7c170-3c43-55e8-a2f1-944148c7c3c5)

Chapter Four (#u732307a2-4275-553a-8f66-54a385caab4e)

Chapter Five (#u64a8e455-6f06-5dac-9c70-eecdbdaacfab)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Excerpt (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One

Standing on the sidewalk outside the Horseback Hollow Superette on a bright Friday morning, Gabriella Mendoza paused to read a text from her father, sent from his room in a rehabilitation center in Lubbock.

Bath@9. DON’T come b4 10.

Gabi sighed. Since it was barely eight-thirty, even if she chugged down the highway at the speed of a slug, she’d easily make the one-hour drive into the city before ten. This meant she needed to use this stop at the local convenience store to not only grab coffee, but kill time.

OK C U after 10, she texted back, then started toward the store known for carrying a little bit of everything. She was mentally calculating how much time she needed to waste when her phone pinged.

Gabi smiled. Though Orlando Mendoza had recently celebrated his sixtieth birthday, he texted with a fervor normally reserved for teenagers. She’d barely glanced at the incoming message when her forward progress came to a jarring halt.

“Whoa.” The masculine voice held a hint of laughter. Large hands reached out to steady her when she stumbled.

Startled, Gabi jerked her head up and the unsteadiness returned full force. Even if his eyes hadn’t been the color of the Texas sky, the blond-haired Adonis in worn Wranglers and a black Stetson would have caused any red-blooded woman’s heart to race.

“Whoa,” Gabi repeated.

He lifted his hands from her forearms, but the searing heat from his touch lingered. “Are you okay? I plowed right into you.”

“Actually, I think it was me plowing into you.” She flashed a quick, apologetic smile. “I’m one of the rare few who can’t walk and read a text at the same time.”